John Huston and Elia
Kazan, among many others, have been credited with the quote that “90% of
directing is casting.” To understand what this remark means, check out Oklahoma Crude, a handsomely produced
but frustrating period drama about a belligerent woman operating a wildcat oil
well in the early 20th century. The picture has four main characters, but only
one is cast perfectly. The protagonist, Lena Doyle, is a tough-as-nails loner
who works with her hands and dislikes people so much that she expresses a wish
to be a third gender, complete with a matched set of sex organs, so she can
tend to her own carnal needs. Improbably, she’s played by Faye Dunaway, a cosmopolitan
beauty who seems more suited to a Paris fashion runway than a rugged work site.
Further, because Lena rarely speaks during the first half of the picture, the
role requires a performer with expressive physicality. Dunaway’s greatest gifts
are her face and voice, so she’s wrong for the part on every level, even though
it’s easy to understand why she relished a chance to try something different.
The next important character is Noble Mason, a scrappy rogue whom Lena
reluctantly hires as a laborer/mercenary once representatives from an oil
company try to seize her well by force. Since the Lena/Noble relationship has a
Taming of the Shrew quality, the
obvious casting would be a handsome rascal along the lines of Steve McQueen or
Paul Newman. Instead, Noble is played by George C. Scott, unquestionably one of
the finest actors in screen history but not, by any stretch, a romantic lead.
Rounding out the troika of casting errors is the presence of dainty English
actor John Mills as Cleon Doyle, Lena’s estranged father. Seeing as how he
plays the role with an American accent, why didn’t producer-director Stanley
Kramer simply cast an American? Well, at least Kramer got the villain right,
because Jack Palance is terrific as Hellman, the sadistic enforcer whom the oil
company sends to menace Lena.
The intriguing plot of Marc Norman’s script
revolves around Lena’s ownership of a nascent well, which gains Lena unwanted
attention once clues indicate the well might produce oil. Hellman makes a cash
offer that Lena refuses, so Hellman simply steals the well, in the process
ordering his people to beat Lena and her employees nearly to death. Then, with
the assistance of ex-soldier Noble, Lena reclaims the well, sparking a lengthy
standoff that culminates in a bittersweet combination of tragedy and victory.
Oklahoma Crude gets off to a rocky
start, because the first 20 minutes—in which the Lena/Noble relationship is
established—simply don’t work, largely because of the aforementioned miscasting.
Things pick up once Palance arrives, and the last hour of the picture is fairly
exciting. Legendary cinematographer Robert Surtees contributes his usual
vigorous work, and composer Henry Mancini’s music keeps things bouncy.
(Occasionally too much so.) As with most of Kramer’s pictures, the tone rings
false at regular intervals, since the filmmaker can’t decide whether he’s
making a dramedy or a serious picture. The novelty of the story and the
strength of the primal good-vs.-evil conflict ultimately sustain interest, but
it’s a bumpy ride—especially when the syrupy, Anne Murray-performed theme song,
“Send a Little Love My Way,” gets played on the soundtrack for the zillionth
time.
Oklahoma Crude: FUNKY
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